The main hall of the palace was cold and heavy with the smell of guilt and fear of death. King Aldric sat on his throne made of iron, confused and tired. The King slept peacefully in the past, forgetting that the shadow and devil they had made now walked among them. However, he was no longer sleeping peacefully. His wife Queen Seraphine was pacing around the room, her heels clicking endlessly on the floor and disrupting the peace of the room. They did not know what to do.The heavy iron door had opened earlier and the general had brought the dark and painful news. Of course, it was inevitable, if there was one person Kael would attack brutally, it would only be Marcus.Marcus was dead. The man who led the squad and did his duty for the crown was really dead and couldn't be saved. The King looked down, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He was playing chess with a cheater, and he knew he was losing the game."We lost him," the King whispered, his voice breaking softly. "Marcus is dead a